Fly in a Broken Window

Posted by Dave Bonta on June 30, 2008 (last modified at 9:26 pm, 6/30/08)

fly-in-a-broken-window

Via Magnetic Poetry Online Kits (hat tip: sister AE). Also influenced by Tiel Aisha Ansari. Yes, I know I’m not an artist!

I was honored to have inspired the prompt at Read Write Poem this week with my “Blue Jeans” magnetic poem. You can find links to the other responses here.

While Shuffle Words compositions are constrained by the small number of total words, the problem with Magnetic Poetry Online’s Poet Edition (which sounds redundant, doesn’t it?) is the limited number of good verbs. Whoever put their word collection together seems to have been under the impression that poetry is chiefly concerned with nouns and adjectives.

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13 Responses to Fly in a Broken Window

  1. art predator says:
    July 1, 2008 at 12:28 am

    very cool! congrats on being inspirational in a fly on the wall kinda way! (or weigh depending on words available)

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  2. Jo says:
    July 1, 2008 at 1:50 am

    slow as smoke angels — KILLER LINE. I’m in love with that line. I want to try this too.

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  3. Sweet Talking Guy says:
    July 1, 2008 at 3:31 am

    Yeah, love the wording and the shape of this!

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  4. gautami tripathy says:
    July 1, 2008 at 5:39 am

    Cool way to do poetry!

    :D

    from the palms of my hand, you stand tall

    Reply
  5. Natalie says:
    July 1, 2008 at 6:42 am

    ” Will you linger for a melon?”

    Yes!

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  6. Linda from TX says:
    July 1, 2008 at 9:02 am

    That cuts it! Out come the magnetic words again. My granddaughter loves it when we have them on the refrigerator. We obviously need to get more creative. Thanks for the inspiration.

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  7. marja-leena says:
    July 1, 2008 at 10:52 am

    Love every one of the phrases here! What fun and inspiration.

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  8. Anonymous says:
    July 1, 2008 at 1:57 pm

    This is quite amazing. I looked at shufflewords and felt totally uninspired.

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  9. writer reading says:
    July 1, 2008 at 1:58 pm

    This is quite amazing. I looked at shufflewords and felt totally uninspired. (forgot to put my name on previous post)

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  10. Karen says:
    July 1, 2008 at 7:57 pm

    Wow! There is no part of that poem that is not wonderful.

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  11. Dave says:
    July 1, 2008 at 9:36 pm

    Thanks for the kind words, y’all.

    Too late it occurred to me why it doesn’t look much like a fly: NO WINGS! They would have been really tricky, though, at this scale.

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  12. christine says:
    July 2, 2008 at 11:58 am

    Prisoner of any moist hole — eek!

    Lots of stray lines to gleen from this experimental poem. I like all the gizmos, they’re fun to play with. I have a set of magnetic poetry in Spanish I used to use for my students. I had to pluck some of the more risque words from the batch, since it was public school!

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